“Have you been a good little boy?” Roxas hears him whisper, and he rakes his nails down Axel’s sweating back, fisting the white material desperately, shaking his head from side to side. No, he hasn’t. Oh, God, he hasn’t. He’s been with Axel all year.

He's been a naughty, naughty boy.

sex him yes please.

*drools*

i've missed your akuroku, so fucking hard.

“Hey.” Suddenly, he grips one of the bars and swings in place, keeping his arm taut as he glides through the air inches above the ground. Axel glances up distractedly, struggling in the silence to spark a flame on his lighter. A cigarette dangles from his lips as he arches an eyebrow. “I was thinking about this as I talked to Sora today. We really don’t shoplift enough.”

“Then fuck that,” Axel laughs. “I’m not doing your laundry. And Jesus, Rox,” he adds sarcastically, “you’re not supposed to actually ask for stuff. It’s supposed to go, ‘Oh, Axel, you’re all I need. There couldn’t possibly be anything more that I could ever want. I love you.’ You know?”